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Part 3 Figuring It Out
Logan was awake with the sun, not needing much sleep with that healing factor. He had already romped about with some wolf friends and secured the perimeter of the camp. Deciding to go off hunting to feed his guest, he always made sure that Remy would be safe, sleeping in there alone. He did however, not bother with several small, harmless creatures that went snuffling about on Remy. Remy woke up feeling cold for the most part. There were little patches of warmth all around his perimeter and he realized that they were animals. Hmmm. Least dey not 'coons, he thought to himself as he looked around for Wolverine.
Sitting right above his head was Logan, with a deer in his lap, being very quiet to not wake Remy prematurely. Remy was unprepared for the sight of the deer and cringing, looked away back at the fireplace though the fire had long cooled. He cleared his throat and said, "Mornin', Logan." Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he found he couldn’t really smell the deer. Probably already been bled, which was good.
Grinning like a nut, he lifted the deer a little. “It's fer you!” He was very proud to present this gift to his mate-friend. Remy gave Logan a soft smile. "Tank you," he said sincerely. He wanted to reach out and touch the dear, but didn’t, afraid that it would bring back memories of the tunnels; touching a cooling body had never been a pleasant feeling. He looked up to Logan instead and said, "You finished preparin' it?"
Logan realized that he just ate it raw, usually and stuttered, “…eughh... Well, no. Thought you might wanna do that....”
"Have y' bled it?" he asked, careful not to call it a she. He was not used to having to face death this early in the morning.
Tapping his claws on the floor, a little abashed, he said, “ ...no....”
Remy's breath shuddered out of him. "Could y' do dat for me?" he asked. He had no desire to see that much blood come out of a being right after leaving the dream world. He looked Logan in the eyes and hoped that he’d grant his request with little argument.
Giving Remy a funny little grin, he said, “Sure, Remy....” easily lifting the corpse over his shoulders and carrying it outside, where he could clean it up for his mate-friend.
Sighing, Remy looked to all the little creatures that had stirred, but not gone very far. "Y'all better get outta here 'fore Logan eats y' f' breakfast." The animals did not seem all that scared of humans since Logan was basically one of them and only went after weak and sick deer.
He chuckled to himself at the thought of Logan eating hundreds of little woodland animals for breakfast and went digging through his Dopp Kit to find his morning routine supplies. He made sure to put a fire on before he went in to brush his teeth and everything, that way the air would be warm when he came back out.
Logan was even skinning the thing for Remy, planning to cut nice big chunks of meat so he didn’t have to see any scary parts.
When Remy came out of the bathroom, he was careful not to look out the windows until he was sure he'd steeled himself for the sight and was unemotionally involved. Remy usually wake up to a woman in bed, y' know? It was kind of hard to see Logan with a dead doe in 'bed.'
Coming back in with several slabs of clean meat, Logan hoped Remy would like it. He put them down on the table, sniffing around to see where Remy went and walked in on him in the bathroom. Had Logan barged in on Remy it would have been fine... especially naked, he thought fleetingly, knowing Logan probably wouldn't want to hear that.
“Hi,” he said and went to sit on the lip of the bathtub, watching Remy, unaware that he was covered in blood.
Remy was able to disassociate himself from the blood just before Logan came in, otherwise he might have freaked out. He was a little surprised at the blood, but didn’t panic. The gesture was nice. Remy likened it to a cat leaving a mouse on its owner's doorstep. "Hey," he smiled. “You wanna clean up? Y' could use it."
Looking down, he thought that he usually just let the blood dry on himself and let it flake off. “Oh, ahh... Yeah....” he said and started taking off his clothes and walking out of the room.
Remy chuckled at him. He guessed that being away from civilization for a month would get his habits firmly engraved. He tried not to mind them so much, only encouraging him to come back to... well-- to civilization eventually.
Logan left his pants at the door, going outside to a nearby stream and cannonballed inside it, coming up rigid from the chill and howled a little.
"Logan!" Remy called after him worried. The water wasn’t frozen over, so it should be just fine for him after he warmed up, but really! The shower was closer!
He started swimming around, cold as hell but really liking it. He was communing with nature after all. He considered catching Remy a fish, but seeing how he didn't like the deer, he decides against it.
When he saw Logan stay in the water, he sighed to himself and figured that he wanted to do it. He went to see what condition the deer was in and found that thankfully, the deer had been sectioned into no longer so recognizable parts.
Crawling out and shaking himself like a dog, Logan came trotting back inside to the fire, humming.
"You frozen yet? 'Cause I thought I was gon' have t' thaw y' out," he called from his place in the kitchen. He looked for big plastic ziplock bags, and thankfully there were some that he could freeze the meat in. He wanted Logan to show him how to make jerky, but wasn’t sure if it was warm enough for that yet.
Chuckling, Logan curled up next to the fire. “It's invigoratin’....” he supplied not really having gotten clean so much as rinsed... he was probably pretty rank.
The deer was pretty much packed away, filling the freezer. Remy went over to Logan and sat beside him by the fire. He smelled like the outdoors, but everything up here did, so it wasn’t so bad.
Logan rolled onto his back, still naked as a jaybird and muttered, “Sorry bout the deer. Didn't mean t' scare ya.”
"Dat's all right, Logan. I jus' ain' used t' wakin' up t' dead animals. Kind of a shock, not really scary."
“Do you like the live ones?” he asked holding a finger out to a squirrel who sniffed it and flounced away. He smiled, thinking how much he liked his little friends.
"Oui, I like de live ones," he chuckled.
“Good. I think they like ya too, Gumbo....” he said letting a squirrel come and search in his belly button before shooing it off. He looked back at him.
"Y'd tink dey'd be scared o' you... Ain't dey scared o' wolves?"
“Yeah, they don't hang around much when the wolves are here... Don’t mind me though... Probably ‘cause I feed ‘em”
Remy smiled. "Dat'll do it every time."
“So...” he rested his head on a hand. “If I feed you, will you stay around?”
His smile turned sly. Was jus' tinkin' 'bout dat. "I really wanna stay around, Logan." His smile was pretty broad and the mischievousness was beginning to peek through. "But eventually—eventually, mind you, I'm gon' need somethin' more... substantial dan food t' keep me aroun'."
Logan looked up at him. “I gotta fire....” he said gesturing to the blaze.
"Dat's reason f' me t' stay 'roun'," he nearly laughed, but managed it to be mildly serious.
Grinning, he said, “Good. Gets kinda lonely up here... Well… I got friends, but no... human friends, y'know?”
Remy nodded. He understood what it was like to be completely alone in an open place like this. In Antarctica, he saw penguins, and weird bugs, but nothing else. And the penguins ran away from him so he could never be around them for warmth or catch one for food.
Rolling over, he puts his head in Remy’s lap. “You're going to want to go back to the mansion soon,” he said knowing that Remy was far from what one would call a 'nature boy'.
"I'll stick it out fer as long as I can handle. Was hopin' y'd come back to de mansion wit me eventually."
Logan huffed into his jeans. “I always end up back there....” He grumbled a little.
"We don' have to go back dere if y' don' want t'... I jus... figured y' would.”
“Nah... I’ll go back. They need me. 'Sides, can't leave Hank alone with the happy couple, now can I?”
Remy snorted. "Scott an' Emma are probably drivin' him nuts by now."
Beaming, he said, “I finally got ta punch that bastard, y'know....”
"Scott? Y' braver dan most 'round dere. Specially wid all de kiddies. Ask me, he deserved a good punch in de face. What's de man tinkin'?"
“Well, he got it... He's thinkin' he can do whatever the hell he wants cause Chuck ain' around....”
"Where is Chuck anyway? I haven't heard yet. He kinda jus'—disappeared after Jeannie offed Mags."
Grumbling, Logan said, “Yer guess is as good as mine, but I left him in Genosha.”
"Hope de man's all right. When he gets back to de mansion I wonder if he'll be happy wit what's goin' on in de school." It doesn't really matter-- not now that Scott's pretty much inherited the school.
Sighing, Logan said, “Just talkin' bout it makes me wanna go back there and smack ol' one eye around a bit more....”
"We could double-team him legal in de Danger Room," Remy suggested with a grin, but was not really considering it as a possibility for this moment. "We should perfect a move t'geder an' flabbergast de man. Give 'im a few gray hairs."
Logan snorted against him. “Perfect move or no, we'll give 'im a few gray hairs,” he said. Especially if anything romantic happens here, the finished to himself.
"I hope so." He's too much of a stiff ass to be widout dem.
Licking his lips, he asked, “Did ya... make anything a’ that meat?”
"Not yet. Wasn' sure if you were gon' be hungry or not. I don' usually get hungry til 'bout lunch." It was a product of always waking up late and waking up too early was hard on his stomach.
Nodding, he could wait if Remy could. “All right... What y' wanna do with it?”
"I dunno. Could jus' make steaks out of 'em, but dat would be kinda borin'... say, Logan. We got meat covered, but what about oder food...? Should we make a run into town?”
“We got water...”
"Um... I need vegetables, Logan. An' m' guess is dat you do too."
Huffing, he knew that his system did pretty well with just raw meat. “Mmm... We could do that... But... if y' wanted, we dont gotta stay here. I know y' don't like the woods an' the cold....”
"Jus' de cold, Logan. I like de woods. Sometimes go out for walks alone on de grounds in de mansion to tink. Not dat I don' like nature, it's dat I'm spoiled an' can't take life widout hot water, and proper food f' very long. I tink Remys are meant to hibernate trough de winter, y' know?"
Grinning, he chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But it's almost always cold up here....”
"Ah. Dat's more 'f a problem den. I can stay up here for a while longer. Not sayin' I can take it indefinitely, but long as we got warm air and hot water and food, I should be alright wid de snow around. Long as de snow stays outside," he clarified.
“We c'n leave whenever ya want, Remy... I've had my time up here.”
Remy thought about it. "Tell y' what—we spend a couple more days up here, I'll cook some steaks outta dat nice fresh venison an' after everythin' up here dat ain' meat is gone, dat's when we'll go. Dere's still some cans o' beens an' whatnot 'round dat I can eat wit meat." It wouldn't be all that long, but it would make Remy feel like he was compromising with Logan and being less of a jerk.
Logan nodded in Remy’s lap and decided that he should go out and try to forage for maybe some fruits and stuff for Remy, if there was any to be had. Remy pet Logan’s head and leaned down to kiss the side of it on his hair lightly and nuzzle the hair there with his nose.
Grinning, he reached up and ruffled Remy’s soft hair and whispered, “Thanks fer comin', Remy....”
"Tanks fer lettin' me stay," he said sincerely.
“An'... Sorry 'bout… rapin' ya,” he said gingerly, the words burning in his throat.
"'S okay, Logan. Nex time 'll be better," he said gently.
Huffing, he said, “Y' shoulda blown me up er somethin'....” in annoyance.
"I still tink it's my fault," he smiled at Logan.
Logan grumbled, “That's cause yer an idiot.”
Remy nodded soundly at that. "Oui."
Looking up at him, Logan realized that he was fond of Remy very much. He grabbed Remy’s head and gave him a quick snog. “Lets see what we got,” he said and got up, finding a pair of jeans and pulling them on to pad into the kitchen. Starting to rummage through things he said, “I know I got more canned goods....”
"You don' have ta cook f' me, homme." Remy watched Logan as he rummaged around in the kitchen.
With a smirk, Logan said, “Wasn't gonna.” Finding some other cans he continued, “*You're* gonna cook fer *me!*” Peering up at Remy under dark, menacing eyebrows, he gave Remy a grin full of sharp teeth.
"Oh, oui, maitre. Y' servant," he said casually sarcastic.
Grinning, he grabbed Remy’s face in a strong hand, kissed him wetly. “I'll bring home the bacon... Or.... venison....”
Remy smiled at him after the kiss was finished and couldn’t help but want more. Food was really the last thing on his mind. Logan's soft lips were on his mind and he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about them.
Logan could smell it on him, having a hard time resisting that smell, coming off of him, he cleared his throat. “Think y' can make something with this?”
"Yeah, Remy can work wit' pretty much anythin'. How good it turn out ‘pend on de spices, mainly," he smiled slyly.
Stepping really close into Remy, Logan loved the way he smelled and could just go crazy on the scent alone. “Yeah... Would ya... Would ya mind if I ate... fresh sometimes?”
Remy smiled at the euphemism. "Remy don' mind what y' eat." Remy admitted that it would be kind of difficult to get really into the mood for anything if he were covered in blood like he was earlier today, but he would cross that bridge when they got to it.
Nodding, he pressed his nose into Remy’s neck, muttering stupidly a little, “Y'... Y' just smell so fuckin' good....” Then he stepped away, getting a gasp of Remy-free air to clear his head.
Remy loved it when Logan smelled him. He wondered it felt this way to be a drug—happy that people enjoy them. "Keep dat up, m'siuer, an' I'll be tempted t' never shower 'gain," he smiled. Of course, Remy would never postpone such a thing.
“Yeah....” He huffed, swallowing hard, feeling a little jittery. “Ah....” Where am I? “I'm gonna... go... f... Um... You thirsty?”
"Un petit peu...." he smiled slightly. Logan looked a little disoriented and Remy wondered why.
“There's a... freshwater spring around here... I could bring you something....” he said finding a tin cup, obviously finding it insufficient.
"Logan... isn' dere water inside-- from de tap?"
“Yeah, but it's... Well, I ain't used these pipes in so long... Probably fulla rust.. Prob'ly need ta run it a while before it runs clean...”
Remy was about to say, 'Dey ran clean, Logan. I made stew, remember? It weren't rusty,' but wondered if Logan needed to escape and kept his mouth shut.
“I'll.... I'll be right back....” and kissed his cheek, nearly sprinting outside afterward.
Judging from the way Logan ran from his presence, Remy wonders if everything is okay. He frowns out the window watching Logan as he runs into the snowy forest.
Logan ran out into the trees, huffing like a steam engine. He was a little torn up inside. Really, he loved Remy, but he didn’t want heart broken... His body wanted to just take him, instincts telling him to stay away and stay safe—just run into the forest and never come back. He made the sound of a crying hound.
Remy's heart cracked when he heard the sound of a howling wolf... in Logan's voice. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and curled up on himself. Please come back, Logan. Please trust me to love you...
Rubbing up against the trees because they were familiar and homey, he ran for a while, but didn’t want to stay out so long that Remy would come looking. He knew he didn’t like the cold. Letting his shorts get torn, not that any clothes ever last long up here, Logan flopped down in the snow for a little bit and made wolf whimpers.
Remy couldn’t hear Logan any more, or see him and he wondered if the man would ever come back. Remy was determined to wait as long as he could for Logan to come back. He went about unpacking his things and made sure to leave the lube he got for them by the bed, just in case... or in case Logan didn't come back for a while and he could then play with himself, as if Logan were there instead. He hoped that he didn't have to use it like that, but thought that given the way Logan was acting, he might have to... until he came back.
Outside when the sun went down, Logan stayed outside until the sun came up again, sleeping like a diligent watchdog on the front doorstep.
Remy was waiting by the fire, and kept adding to it until he was forced to go to bed. It was well into the night before he practically fell asleep though.
Waking up several times during the night to scout the perimeter and chase off a bobcat, Logan curled back up on the doorstep to protect sleeping mate/friend. He watched the sun come up with wolf friend, ears attuned now to any movement within the cabin.
Remy’s thoughts were filled with Logan as he fell asleep and the moments of intense pleasure/pain that happened while Logan... wasn't himself. Remy was quiet inside the cabin. It would be noon before he felt the urge to wake.
Logan carefully crawled into the cabin, seeing the fire dying and moved softly to breathe life into it, kept alternating stroking the fire with prowling around outside and playing with the wolves that weren’t afraid of Remy.
It was more like 1pm when Remy felt like stirring and paying attention to the sounds of playing wolves outside the cabin. Remy woke up and looked out the window at Logan.
Hearing small sounds of stirring in the cabin, Logan immediately turned and looked up toward Remy very intensely. The wolves slunk away knowing playtime was over.
He smiled softly that Logan was playing with the wolves, but dismayed that he wasn’t inside. When Logan looked at him though, his smile brightened. Logan... please tell me y' home...
Turning slowly he started walking up to the cabin. “I forgot yer water.”
Remy's smile changed caliber, but didn’t fade. "I don' care 'bout de water. I care dat you came back. Water in de cabin's jus' fine... but I won' ever keep y' from de forest, Logan," he promised. Like he could ever possibly keep him from it. Logan brought the forest with him sometimes. Figuratively… and literally, he noted at the dead fern leaf in Logan's hair.
Grunting at Remy, he stepped up against him. “Think y' better get me back t' the city before I turn inta tarzan.”
Remy would have packed up his things and run with him out to the rental car in a heartbeat if he didn't think that would offend Logan. "Y' sure y' wanna leave? I don' wanna... make y' uncomfortable, Logan."
Shaking his head, he looked up at Remy. “I need ta come back ta reality, kid... I've had my time in Never-Never Land...” he said as he stepped past him inside. “You still packed?”
Remy's mouth quirked up at one side. "I tought I'd be here forever, so I unpacked overnight. I can be packed back up in two minutes flat, dough."
Logan nodded, looking at Remy with puppy eyes, though if he knew they looked like puppy eyes, would have cut it out. “Sorry 'bout leavin' ya... I didn't think a’ what it might do, leavin' y' alone up here in the cold...” I kept you safe, though!
Remy looked away from Logan. "Not as bad as bein' left widout food, shelter, or a home to go back to," he said quietly. He didn’t blame Rogue for that any more, but he did... think about it.
Carefully, Logan approached Remy, then grabbed his wrist and pulled him against himself. “I won't leave ya again, Remy... I swear it.” Stroking his back, he felt like shit about that whole thing.
"Wasn' so bad, ami," he consoled. "Was jus' a night alone in a cabin." It was the fear that really got him-- fear that Logan wouldn't come back. Fear that he hadn't been able to apologize really....
“Yeah...” he gently touched his cheek, wanting to kiss him but is still wary. “I ain't got much ta pack... “ he said as he wandered off. “Think yer car can tow my bike? Or am I gonna have ta ride it?”
"Tink y'r gon' have ta ride it, ami. I wasn' tinkin' I'd have t' worry 'bout y' bike. Sorry." Remy moves to pack his few things.
Grinning, he said, “That's alright...” He had that same small duffle bag. “Just so long as I know where we're goin'...” He paused, looking at Remy. “Where are we goin', Remy?”
Remy pauses in his putting things in his bag and looked at Logan. "Anywhere y' wan', I guess. Only ting waitin' for us back at de mansion is Danger Room sessions, snot nosed li'l brats an' an immanently furious Rogue. Doesn't look too good, if y' ask me." But maybe the familiarity of it all would help smooth things over between them. He didn't really want to go all the way back to New Orleans, either.
Flicking his tongue around, he wished he had either a cigar or a cock to suck. “Well... You got any other ideas?”
"Well, Rogue ain' gon be back for anoder few weeks anyway, an' we'll have to deal wit her anyway. I say we jus' go to de mansion an' save Hank," Remy smiled. He looks at the expression that you have on and wonders if he can persuade you to let go again once you're at the mansion.
Logan raised his eyebrows. “So Rogue hasn't read the letter yet?”
"I told y' dat she ain' back from Mississipi yet," he explained.
“So... She hasn't read the letter...” he said as he sat down. “You sure you want to be there? You'll have to talk to her face to face when she explodes, you know....”
“Yeah, I wanna be dere. Better dan bein' tracked down like a dog."
Logan’s plan was to hide in a well until the whole thing blew over. “Alright...” he said picking up his duffel bag. “Let's go then...” He started to make his way outside.
"I know she's gon' be mad, but dat's jus' somethin' I gotta face." Remy sighed.
Nodding, he knew that he would probably stand by him despite the desire to go hide in a well. “Yeah...” Stuffing duffle into one of the saddle bags, he pulled his jean jacket around his shoulders. “How far you wanna go tonight?”
"Ehn, border's plenty far enough away for us t' shoot for. We can probably make it in two days. Wha'cha think?"
“Sounds good,” he said as he straddled his bike. “You know a place to stop for the night?”
“How bout just beyond de border,” he suggested.
Nodding again, he said, “I meant a bit more specific, but that'll do….” Starting his bike up, he asked, “Y' wanna follow me?”
"Yeah," he said and hopped into the rental car. It was better to have a biker in font of you in the snow so they didn't get left behind. Remy made sure to give him plenty of following distance so he wouldn't roll over him should he drop the bike.
Logan headed off, trying to not drive like a lunatic. Eventually, he pulled into a cheap, spooky looking motel parking lot and waited for Remy to pull up next to him. Remy pulled up next to Logan and parked. It was the first place they stopped at, but Remy had stayed at worse.
"I'll go check us in," Remy offered.
“I'll come with ya...” he said getting off the bike. He was not going to stay outside in the cold! “C'mon...” he said opening the door for him... like such a gentleman and all that.
Remy walked toward the desk and was ready with cash, always having a supply readily available. Remy smiled at Logan as the door was opened for him. The desk clerk handed them both a key, hardly looking up from the book he was reading. Remy asked for a room with two beds just in case Logan feels uncomfortable with sleeping arrangements.
Logan opened the door, flipping on the light and took a preliminary sniff around. “Seems secure,” he muttered. Remy followed Logan in and locked the door behind him, making sure to latch it. His training always shone through in small, odd ways.
"Yeah," he acknowledged Logan's comment about security. The only person he was really afraid of at this moment though, had no idea where he was.
Seeing that Remy had already locked the door, he claimed a bed, sighing heavily. “Dunno about you but drivin' that long makes my ass hurt,” he said as he started taking off his shoes.
Remy chuckled at Logan. "Yeah, when I ride a bike, dat's what happens. I drive a car too long an' de clauses on m' ass start t' fade," he smiled.
Logan blinked at him. “You don't have calluses on your ass...”
Remy smirked at Logan openly. "An' how d' you know dat?"
Logan sighed heavily at him. “You're expecting me to make some sexual reference here, but the fact of the matter is every X-man has seen your butt in the showers.”
Remy laughed at him. He was hoping to make sexual references, especially considering what happened to them not twenty-four hours ago, but Remy settled down once he realized how uncomfortable Logan was about that still.
Starting to take off his shirt, Logan grumbled, “Lord knows how many times you all have seen me with a butt full a bullets...” He knew for a fact that Piotr has gazed particularly closely at his butt bullets. Remy looked sadly at Logan at that. Remy knew what healing factors were like. "Well, wit' or widout bullets, de butt's still good lookin'."
“Yer not gettin' in my pants, Cajun.”
From the way he was talking, it looked like they would not only be sharing separate beds for a while, but he was sure that once they reached the mansion that they would be in separate rooms as well.
Remy looked up at the ceiling. "Did I say I wanted t' get in y' pants?" His question was more pointed than he wanted it to come out, but he couldn't take it back now.
“Fine. Get me out of my pants,” he clarified. Logan would take off his boots and shirt and jacket, but the jeans would stay on! He would wake up impotent, but so be it… as if he could actually ever be impotent or anything.
Remy sighed and removed clothes to his boxers because he was tired and wanted to go to sleep. He usually stayed up later, but staring at the road made his eyes tired. "Look, Logan... I don' know how many times... or how many ways I gotta say dat I'm sorry, but I hope dat it sink trough some day. Got to be de friggin' first time in history dat a 'rape victim' is appologizin' t' de rapist. Sheesh.”
Logan snapped. “What have you got t be sorry for?” he shouted sitting up. “Y'aint done nothin wrong, Remy...”
"If I ain' done notin' wrong why are y' razzin' me for notin'? I had t' have done somethin'... hmm... lemme tink... what could dat have been?" he looked at Logan sternly.
Swallowing, he watched him silently for a moment, then got up and sat on the foot of his bed. “Look, Remy... I'm sorry, all right? Y'ain't done nothin wrong and I ain't got no reason to be gettin on yer case... I'm sorry. All right?” He really hated apologizing and wasn’t very good at it.
"Okay. So... why y' on m' case?"
Logan worked his jaw in silence for a few minutes. “'m just bein' pissy.” He got up and went back to bed. He was not going to tell him, ‘cause man, it was complicated stuff.
"Pissy? Logan, people get pissy when y' don' squeeze de toothpaste right, not when dere's de slightest innuendo of sex." Remy could smell that there was something wrong a mile away, but he couldn’t figure out how to get Logan to talk about it, or what was best to do about it... whatever it was. He knew that Logan felt bad about what he considered rape, but it felt like the subject was more complex than that.
“Fine. Then I'm cranky.” He got under the covers, already chafing in the jeans but he was not going to talk to Remy about it.
Remy sighed and figured he had better leave him alone for the rest of the evening. There would be time to talk about things as the days wore on and... he hoped they got more comfortable with each other. Logan... we'll need t' talk about it some day... 'cause I won' let it go forever.
Logan wasn’t going to be able to stand this. He could just tell. He reached down and took his jeans off under covers, kicking them out, suddenly much more relieved. “Night, gumbo.”
"G'night, cranky cher," he said and curled up in his own bed.
Remy stretched as the light peeked through the drapes and he wasn't happy to see the sun. He turned away from it and curled up again, trying to ignore it. Logan woke up twice in the night to scout the perimeter just out of habit. He was lying on the floor at the foot of Remy’s bed just in his boxers. He probably spooked the hell out of some people, wandering around half dressed outside-
Remy moaned softly under the covers, then sighed.
Giving a mighty grunt, he lifted his head... he heard something... he looked over at the door.
Pouncing on the door, he peered through the peephole... and saw a maid entering the room opposite theirs... He grunted again, and went to curl up at the end of Remy’s bed again.
Remy was trying to be oblivious to the world, but couldn’t pull it off. "You move too much in de mornin',” he grumbled into the covers.
Flopping around on the floor to get comfortable, he said, “Never been a good sleeper...” Helps keep the nightmares away, too, he thought.
"Sorry," he mutters. "Cher..." he asked once he realized where in the room Logan was. "Why y' on de floor?"
Sitting up, he said, “I... I don't know... I just sort of ended up down here...” Standing up, a little awkwardly, he got in his bed again. Remy would never pass up the use of a perfectly good, unoccupied bed, even if it weren't all that unoccupied.
"Not like y' have t' move... jus' curious."
Grumbling, he didn’t like that topic either. “Sleep well?”
De point of wantin' t' date y' Logan, is ultimately t' get t' know y', he grumbled to himself, and how could he do that without being able to talk to him? "Oui, tanks fer askin'." One could get to know another by their actions, but only to a certain extent, and that extent was something Remy wanted to move beyond... although, he supposed he was rushing it a bit.
Logan grunted. “When you wanna start out today?” He didn’t trust Remy with who he really was, especially since he hurt him already. He didn’t want to be hurt in turn when he found him in bed with someone else.
"When de sun a decent amount in de sky... like one?" he tucked back under the covers and mumbled, "Friggin' butt-crack o'dawn," so low only Logan would have been able to hear it. Realistically, Remy would wake up in about another hour and not be able to sleep any longer. He could usually postpone it for longer, but living in Westchester got rid of that habit. He missed the ability to sleep in.
Logan chuckled fondly. “Lazy butt Cajun. We can stay a bit longer. I ain't in no hurry.”
Remy listened closely to the fondness in his tone and was comforted by it. He had to look for these sorts of signs in Rogue when they first started dating too... he supposed that Logan shouldn't be any different. "Lemme be lazy; I don' get t' sleep in-- ever!"
Did Rogue ever kill a deer for you?? Huh?? “Hey, Remy...” he asked rolling over to look at him. “You were mutterin' in yer sleep last night... Were y' dreamin?”
The more he talked, the less tired he became, and the more he felt like striking out on the road with Logan. "Mutterin'? Moi? What was I sayin'?" Logan has his attention all of a sudden.
Shrugging, he said, “Couldn't tell... some weird French gibberish... sounded intense.” He almost woke him up.
Remy looked at his covers, not wanting to face his reaction but wanting to answer him. "Sometimes I dream 'bout Antarctica. Cryin' out f' Rogue t' not leave.... Can't tell y' what else it might have been 'bout. Bunch o' tings, maybe. Maybe de Massacre, maybe m' surgery. Dieu, couldda been 'bout Belle. I don' know. I try not t' remember m' dreams."
Logan looked at him, full of sympathy. He had horrible nightmares, too. “What makes ‘em go away? The nightmares?”
Remy looks back up at Logan, eyes full of pain. "Nothin'." Least ways, not so far.
Thinking about it, he asked, “Want me ta wake you up next time?”
"Don' know if dat'll help. I usually remember dem den... an' can't go back t' sleep. Better dat I get d' opportunity t' forget dem. But... I really appreciate de offer." Remy smiled gently at Logan.
Logan nodded. He couldn’t help it, but his eyes were just brimming with love for him in that moment. He really cared about him., truly. “Uh... Sure.” Abruptly, he looked away and flipped to his other side.
"Well, now y' got m' up. Might as well be up," he sighed and flipped the covers off him. "Feel like breakfast?"
“Yeah...” he said, his heart still beating pretty fast. “You bring any of that stew?” He still couldn’t look at him. He felt a bit vulnerable.
His boxers allowed him to poke out a little and he didn’t make an effort to conceal himself as he scratched his head and stretched.
Clearing his throat, he grins at Remy. “Feel a draft?”
"Hm? Nice an' warm in here. Don' know what y' talkin' 'bout, Logan. De stew's all gone, unfortunately. I ate de rest of it while you were out. Venison’s still in de trunk, but I was tinkin' we present dat to de mansion's cook. Now dat we're back in de city, Remy's cravin' real food. Sorry, ami."
Nodding, he said, “Alright... Probably a Village Inn around here or somewhere we can eat..” He sniffed at himself. “I smell ripe to you?”
"I'm sure y' can find a steak somebody'll cook y' ultra-rare," he smiled.
“Not fer breakfast! Squirrels for breakfast...” he joked, gets near him. “Smell.”
Remy leaned over close to Logan and breathed in his scent. "Y' smell jus' fine t' me..." Remy leaned in to kiss him on his soft lips, but thought better of it and was going to let Logan initiate things.
“Really? I ain't bathed in weeks!” He lifted his arm, sniffed at his armpit, such a disgusting guy.
"I saw y' bathe," he commented, and pulled away. "Wasn' much soap involved," he smiled.
Chuckling, he said, “Oh... Yeah, right...” He was such an idiot in the wilderness. “Well, if you ain't embarrassed to be seen in public with me, I guess I can't be that bad...” He started getting dressed. “Oh, and by the way, yer dick's hangin out.”
Remy smiled. "Don' worry, he won' see de public," he said as he grabbed his pants and stuck them on the bed.
Logan went still as the urge to throw him down on the bed and fuck him immobile passed. “Uh... Yeah...” he said as he pulled on a flannel with nothing underneath, such a studly woodsman. “Ready when you are...” he finished, pulling on his boots.
Remy went to go brush his teeth and everything before getting dressed. He might have to do something about his uncooperative friend, too. "I'll jus' be a minute," he said as he grabbed his duffle and disappeared into the bathroom.
“Uh huh...” he said sitting down on the edge of the bed and waiting, getting antsy.
Remy tried not to make any noise, and made sure to have the water running while he was... supplementing his needs, but he wasn't sure that the water could mask his unintentional moans completely. After all, he didn't know how good Logan's hearing was. He was only about five minutes with teeth, face, hair and dick, then was out the door to get clothes on.
Logan was curled up on the bed, hands over his ears and face pressed in the mattress to try to block out the smells. “God, I can hear you, Remy...” Hell, can even taste you, he finished to himself. He was too freakin' turned on by it to leave the room.
Remy tried to be causal as he entered the room and quickly donned his clothing. When he saw Logan on the mattress, he thought that maybe he should have lived with the discomfort of the woody all day. He grimaced and quietly proceeded to get clothing all arranged.
Carefully, Logan looked up once the danger had passed. “Y' finished?” He couldn’t move, his hard on was so freaking enormous.
Remy's mouth dropped open. "Y'... could hear dat?" he asked quietly.
Growling a little, he said, “I could hear it, I could smell it, I could basically fucking taste it...”
Remy's breath grew quicker with nervousness and excitement at Logan's words. "I... I'm sorry, Logan," he whispered. "I jus'... didn' know what t' do..." Remy wanted to run out of the room, but forced himself to stay there.
Stiffly, he got up off the bed, having no idea how to deal with this. He wished he wasn't so goddamned virile. “So...” He teetered toward the bathroom. “What were you wankin' about?” He made his way to the bathroom, figuring it was only fair that self gets to beat off, too, now, because this is all your fault, obviously.
Remy looked at the floor. "Y' don' wanna know," he muttered in contempt.
“Then you don't get to know what I'm wanking about.” As if he don't already know. He shut the door and tried to cum as fast as possible, not even bother with trying to be polite for Remy, since with his enhanced senses it sort of felt like Remy was doing it right in his face. Logan was making sexy growling noises that echoed through the small room.
Remy sat by the door listening intently to the noises Logan made, remembering what it felt like to have Logan be inside him. He still felt... well fucked from that evening. He wanted to tell Logan that he was jerking off to the thought of getting to suck the man's cock, but he certainly didn't want to hear that. Next time he was going to ask if he could do it to him just so he could see the look on his face. He bet it would be shocked, then, predictably it would turn angry, or full of remorse and he'd go into saying how horrible he was for being seduced. Like Logan could have helped it.
By the time Logan got out of the bathroom, Remy was hard again, but it was the type that wasn't going to go away any time soon, no matter what he did to it, so he decided to live with it.
Logan envisioned thrusting into his mouth, wondering how deep he could take it. He came hard in his hand feeling like he was cumming in Remy’s wet mouth with an angry snarl, leaning against the sink to get his bearings back. He blinked hard, feels guilty for having such thoughts about Remy so soon after raping him... god, this was so freaking complicated.
Opening the door after cleaning up, he said curtly, “Let's go.”
Remy got up off the floor and followed him out the room without a word.
Shit, he wanted to apologize to him again. He didn’t know why he was always guilty and angry at the same time around him. He led them to a tiny little diner, and sat down in a booth.
Remy was quiet and stared at the table, hoping Logan couldn’t smell his residual arousal.
But... judging from how intense someone beating off in the next room was he wasn’t going to have much luck with hat one. Maybe Logan would think it was from earlier.... Sighing, Remy wasn't sure if he felt like eating at that point.
Logan watched him for a while, staring actually. “I was a shit again, wasn't I?”
He hadn't felt this guilty for wanting sex in a long time. Remy purses his lips and looks at the table. "Would y' have let me suck y' off?" he asked quietly.
Swallowing hard, Logan looked away for the first time. “Just now?”
"Back at de motel," he clarified, nodding.
Logan licked his teeth. “No.” He was too pissed off. He knew why he got like this with Remy and also knew it was the stupidest bloody reason in the entire world to get angry with someone.
"Den, non, y' weren't bein' a shit. I was," he breathed. He hated that he could never do the right thing when it came to relationships.
“How do you figure?” you crazy, guilt-ridden bastard, he addressed him in his mind. God, Logan just loved him to death, though.
"I had no regard f' y' feelin's an' y' comfort level. I shouldda jus' lived wit it." He just thought he'd get a little more sympathy from Logan who understood that sometimes a man just wakes up with a hard on and has to deal with it.
Logan huffed. “It ain't yer fault I find you so goddamn irresistible...” He seriously wouldn't have minded if it had been anyone else.
Remy looked up at Logan's comment and asked, "Vraiment?" <Really?> I'm irresistible to you?
“Vrai -bloody- ment,” he said and ordered breakfast when the waitress came by. He looked back at Remy again. “But you knew that.”
"Y... it's jus' dat... y' so hot n' cold," he said trying to explain. "I wasn' sure…."
Logan thought about Remy’s argument and looked at him pointedly. “Y' don't have ta stay around, kid. Soon as we get back, ya don't gotta see me again if you don't wanna. I know we've been spendin’ some time together, but I suspect I'm getting’ on yer nerves.”
"Logan, I like you. I never known y' t' act like dis unless dere's some'm wrong... an' I guess dere is some'm wrong. I jus'... wan' tings t' be right 'tween us. Y' not gettin' on m' nerves." Well, not much, he amended in his thoughts.
Logan grumbled. “There's nothin' wrong, Remy...” except I can't tell which way is up.
Remy sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Now dat's a load o' horse shit I ain' seen de like of recently," he said upset.
Glaring at him a little, he said, “Mind yer own business.”
"Woah, I'm sorry. I tought dis was my business," he grumbled looking away from Logan. Maybe havin' a sexual relationship wid somebody don' entitle dem to as much anymore.
“I'm not your business and you're not mine.” He was trying to distance himself, seeing this as a great opportunity to sabotage maybe the one really good thing in his life right now.
Remy recognized the confrontation ploy and decided to back off. He sighed and relaxed in the chair. "If dat's de way y' like it, cher." He moved the subject away from the two of them. "How y' tink Hank's been holdin' up? It must be murder on him t' watch Scott an' Emma togeder."
Logan shrugged a little stiffly. “Probably hides away in his lab... You know how he gets... He'll solve cancer thanks to his insecurities alone...”
"Greatest gift to mankind—insecurity," he commented, noting the irony. Maybe that was where Logan's own problems laid but he wasn't going to verbally explore that possibility.
“You got any insecurities, Cajun?” he asked incredulously, pleased when the food came and dug in.
"Dis Cajun de master of in-insecurity. I am de ego king. De commander of self-esteem, himself. No, Logan, I have no insecurities whatsoever."
Snorting at him, he thought Remy was a crackup. He inhaled breakfast like it might run away otherwise. Remy took his in much more slowly and didn’t really care about keeping them there longer or not at this point. His appetite wasn’t bad this morning, so he didn’t have trouble with food, which he was thankful for. The last thing he wanted was to drive for several hours with indigestion.
Letting out a mighty belch, Logan settled back into the seat, sipping coffee and completely owning the place. Remy smiled at Logan's attitude and tried to figure out why he couldn’t act this way all the time. He's so cool when he's like dis.
Blinking in that sleepy, happy way he considered taking off for Canada again once Remy was safely in the arms of the school. Or maybe Japan. Japan would be nice; he hadn’t been there in a while... Anyway, he had to keep moving. Gotta keep leaving things behind before I get too attached...
Remy stretched and relaxed, then stared at Logan who was obviously lost in deep thought.
He didn’t even shift eyes in the slightest, just blew on his coffee and said, “What ya lookin' at, kid?”
"Nothin'," Remy said, trying to be as non-confrontational as possible, then looked away from Logan. He didn't want to get into yet another fight.
Making nothing of it, splayed out like a gorged tiger, he asked, “How far you think we can get today?”
"Unless we stop like wimps after three hours, I tink we can make it all de way. Shouldn' be too much longer dan dat."
“Mmmhmm...” He reached for his wallet and left a couple of 20s on the table. “Whaddya say we start now?”
"Fine by me," Remy said casually getting up from the table.
Following, he winked at the waitress who immediately gave off the scent of arousal, and he chuckled to himself and followed Remy out. Remy headed out to the car, not fortunate enough to miss the waitress’s reaction to Logan and shook his head. "Well, see you in Westchester?" he asked as he hopped in the car.
“Sure, kid. You gonna follow me?”
"Yeah," he said and closed the door. He was happy that he'd at least get to watch Logan's backside for a couple of hours. He smiled to himself at that thought.
Logan mounted his bike, and was off in a flash. He considered going back to the diner and boinking the waitress just to show Remy that he could be a cad, too, but realized that was a really, really bloody stupid idea.
Remy was off following him and caught up with him, but noted how much they were speeding by. He stayed within backside viewing distance of Logan at all times.
Logan was rounding a sharp turn at a reasonable speed when an SUV came careening around the bend, out of control, clipping him on the left and sending him and his bike flying off the road and into the woodlands of New York. The crazy driver just sped off and didn’t stop to assess the damage... Logan could feel the blood running into his eyes and the cool air as it passed over his exposed femur.
"Shit!!!!" Remy swerved over to the side of the road and put on his emergency blinkers. He dashed off into the woods to find Logan lying in the mud with wounds that looked to Remy like they would have killed a normal person. That bone looked really nasty and Remy felt the synching down of his chest in sympathy. All of dat's gotta hurt. "Logan, are you all right?" He knew that it was a stupid question to ask, coming from the immortal man with a healing factor, but it would sound insensitive of him to ignore the wounds, and he also remembered that no matter how fast they healed, they still hurt.
Logan couldn’t make a sound yet, wondering idly if his throat was crushed, feeling like his head would've been torn clean off if it weren't for that sturdy adamantium... is that my kneecap over there?
"Oh, dieu, Logan...." Logan's body was bent in all sorts of ways Remy didn’t want to see, but he couldn’t do anything but try to help him back together. He reached down and tried to gently right things that were bent incorrectly so they could heal properly.
Logan hissed, sending some blood through teeth, knows his head wounds would heal first, hoping all that damned bleeding will stop so he could see properly. “Ghrgk...” was the only sound he made.
"Logan, please don' die on me, please!" Remy covered the worst two wounds with his hands to keep the bleeding from inhibiting the healing process and hoped that he didn’t cause Logan too much pain in doing so.
He could feel his throat healing up. “Don... b...—be stupid, Cajun....” he grunted, hawking up a little blood. “Jussa scratch....”
Remy sighed with relief that he was talking. "Monsiuer, I see more dan one scratch here," he said mock annoyed. "You gon' be all right den?"
Jerking uncomfortably as Logan’s body tried to fix itself, Logan said, “Yer sweet...” He thought it was kinda cute that he would worry after he’d seen Logan with his skin blasted off by sentinels, etc... “Y'... Y’ help me put my leg right?” He couldn’t move his right arm yet and needed to get his left leg in some semblance of togetherness so it could heal. “Jus' kick it further ta the right...”
"Non," he said as he bent down to gently put Logan's leg back into the proper alignment. Remy heard the 'pop' as it fit into place.
Wincing and hissing a little, he said, “Thanks...” He could feel it start to knit, his throat now on the up and up. “Y'know, I used ta be embarrassed about healin' in front a people... Kinda got used to it...”
"I can understand dat. Y' vulnerable den...." Nobody really sees you dat way, so y' wanna preserve de picture.
“Yeah...” he huffed a little as his toes snapped into place. God, but that smarted. “And they always look atcha like yer giving birth t' some slimy alien instead a just fixin' yerself up...” he said nearly biting his tongue off when his left arm crunched back together.
Remy turned his attention to Logan's now ruined bike. "Don' look like she'll ride again after dis one," he said to the mangled vehicle.
“Aw, shit...” he eyed his bike with true sorrow. “My... My baby...” He hadn’t been angry until then.
"Sorry, Logan," he said about the bike. He knew how much Logan loved his bike.
Logan grabbed Remy’s knee, needing moral support. “I built it with my own two hands...” He tried to sit up a little. “Where is that fucker!?” he shouted scanning the road.
"He long gone, Logan," he said squatting down to be level with Logan and embraced him. "He didn' even pause."
Logan leaned back on Remy, still a bit woozy from blood loss. “Y' get the license number?”
Remy was a little ashamed to admit that he had lost his head when he saw Logan go flying. "Sorry, Logan. I was more worried 'bout you." He wished that he had the plate number for him, but there was nothing he could have done about it. "Dey were speeding pretty heavily anyway."
Logan was about to snarl at him, but realized his concern and was touched by it. He leaned his head back on his shoulder. “Y' big dope. Y' had ta know I'd be fine...” he chided trying to not show that he was touched.
"Logan... I know how strong y' are, an' I know dat it'd be stupid f' somethin' like a car accident t' kill y', but... I almost died when I had a healin' factor, so I know it's possible. Y' may be practically immortal, but y' really not, Logan."
Leaning heavily against Remy, he sighed. “Yeah, I know...” He remembered when Sabertooth held him under water for a while; he thought he was gonna bite it. “But let this be a lesson t' you, kid... always wear a helmet...” he grumbled. “I see y' without it, I'll knock y' upside the head.” He was suddenly immensely relieved that car struck him instead of Remy... oh god... He went a bit stiff at the thought of what would have happened.
"I promise I'll wear one. Logan... you okay?" he asked at the stiff vacant expression that suddenly replaced his previously animated one.
His throat squeezed up, but he couldn’t keep himself from muttering. “My God, what if he'd hit you....” he asked looking up at Remy with crystal clear, deep blue eyes.
Remy smiled and knew in that instant how Logan felt about him. His smile turned into more of a smirk a moment later when Remy said, "I would have had de entire car as m' helmet," with a smile. "Den I would have had an incredible bill to de rental company."
Still spooked, he shook his head. “It doesn't matter... It wasn't you... That's what matters...” He closed his eyes in relief.
"Tanks, Logan," he said solemnly.
Sighing, he gripped onto Remy’s hand in a moment of weakness, squeezing it for a while. Abruptly he said, “Help me up.”
Remy helped Logan up. "You gon' be all right," he said. "De problem now is de bike.
Logan looked at his old bike.... sighing heartbrokenly. “I can't look at it...” he said and turned his eyes away.
"You go get in de car an' I'll take care o' de bike." He planned to erase the VIN number and take the plates off so they could just leave it there. It was easier than calling to have it towed.
Flopping back in the car, he still working on getting that red blood cell count back to normal. He got really winded after a good healing.
Remy took out his thief's tools from his jacket and removed the plates easily from the bike and then found the VIN on the engine block and gave the metal there a delicate charge to mar the face of it. When he couldn’t read it, he left the bike after removing the saddle bags from the bike. He stuck the bags in the trunk and got back into the driver's seat. "Nobody should come lookin' for y' because of it," he said after settling in.
“Yer a pal, Remy....” he said almost shedding a tear in his absence. “A real good kid...” he gave his shoulder a firm squeeze.
"'S all right, Logan." Remy resented being called a kid, but wasn't going to voice it.
Everyone was a kid to Logan, really. He let his hand fall down to the crook of Remy’s elbow, leaving it there to remind himself that it wasn't Remy that got hit by some crazy drunk and that he was fine. “Are we there yet?” he asked, being intentionally peevish.
Remy chuckled at that and replied, "Keep dat up an' y' gon' be walkin' home, monsieur." He pulled onto the road after making sure no one was coming and hoped that the bantering would put Logan in a better mood.
Logan grinned for him. “Lets hope no cops pull us over or they're gonna think I killed someone and mangled his bike...”
"Don' jinx us, Logan, please," Remy pleaded. He made sure to drive at a reasonable pace, and obey all the traffic laws because he was not about to get pulled over with a bloody looking Logan in the passenger seat.
Grumbling, he carefully removed his shirt and used it to try to wipe the blood away. “Shoulda done this before I got in the car...” Come to think of it... he took his jeans off too before they could stain the seat further.
Remy was about to tell Logan not to worry about it too much and that he'd clean it up before he gave the car back, but with Logan taking his clothes off, he wasn't going to pass up the view. This was better than him riding on the bike in front of him-- although, he would never have wished that on Logan or Logan's bike. Remy made sure to not overtly look at him, but he was aware that he was without clothes-- and his spares were in the trunk, and he did get to appreciate him from glances that were stolen from the corner of his eye.
Logan grumbled a little, getting car sick. “Remy... c'n we pull over a bit... think I'm gonna hurl....” Why does blood take so damned long to do its job!?
"Ah, crap," he moaned and pulled over so Logan could get out of the car and do what he needed to. "You gon' live?" he asked once the car was stopped.
Logan didn’t actually need to puke, he just felt like it and wanted the world to stop spinning. “God, sorry... Just not used t' feelin' sick is all...” Having arms torn off was all right, but feeling sick to his stomach was an unfamiliar feeling.
"Y' know, it always help me to look at de road when feelin' nauseous in a car. You wanna try dat when y' ready t' keep movin'?"
Curling up he responded weakly, “Sure.” God, he was such a wuss over such little things. Looking up at Remy he said, “Sorry... Don't feel sick t' my stomach much...”
"I bet not," he said casually waiting for Logan to get himself together enough that they could keep driving.
Logan started to breathe steadily again. “All right... Lets go...” He snuffled a little, still having some blood up his nose. “Sorry about yer seat, here.... I'll help you clean it...”
"I'd appreciate it," he said mildly and was off again. "Hopefully we can get it out so de rental company don' notice," he said with a smile. "Oderwise it's jus' a fine of... oh, say couple thou."
“Did you get insurance? If you did, we could just total it ...” Logan grinned. “Tell ‘em some asshole in an SUV came screamin' inta ya from around a blind curve and took off like a bat outta hell.” Logan liked that idea.
"M' insurance rates would still feel it. 'Sides, 'm not too keen on doin' body damage t' d car tryin' t' make it look like some stupid SUV caught me off guard when I can't even pin it on de right person. Y' gon' paint a pointer, y' might as well do it right, y'know?"
Logan grumbled, pouting in a manly way. “I wanted to trash the car...”
Remy tried to keep from laughing. "Sounds like you need a Danger Room session, an' badly." It was probably a good sign for Logan though. "Besides, I tought y' were gon' help me clean dis sucker up."
Logan snorted at Remy. “I'll help ya clean it.... I just gotta habit a fuckin things up more'n fixin ‘em...” In more ways than one, if you get my drift.
"Hmm... in dat case... why don' y' let me fix it up?" he asked hoping that Logan would take similar meaning in the way he alluded, as well as the explicit way of the current situation. Remy understood that for some reason Logan was sabotaging their relationship for himself and figured that he probably didn't want that. Remy didn't, and Logan had already shown him how much he wanted Remy.... He hoped that Logan would at least think about it.
Sighing heavily, he said, “I'll just... provide moral support, then...” He dozed off a little, reclined in the seat. “Wake me when we get there...”
"Gon' have to if I'm gon' fix anythin'," he muttered. He wondered while they were on the road if people generally spoke too loudly for Logan.
“Mmm?” he heard Remy, but didn’t understand him. He rested, splayed out on the seat.
"Nothin', Logan. I'll be sure t' wake y' up once we get t' de mansion. Should be anoder hour or so."
“Mmhmm...” he crashed out, sleeping hard.
Remy pulled up to the mansion gate and entered in his code to open the gate. Once they're through, he touched Logan on a bare shoulder with his right hand. "Logan, we're here, homme."
Logan woke immediately as if he was just pretending to be asleep. “Oh, good... I'm hungry...” he said smiling at Remy.
Remy smiled back at Logan. I'm tinkin' maybe a shower be of higher priority, but whatever y' wan'. "I can only imagine de amounts o' food y' need t' eat t' regenerate everythin'. Y' sure took y' healin' factor out for a spin t'day, didn' y'?"
“Yeah...” he grinned. “Wanna go swimmin', too... Care ta join me?”
After the way he'd been treated all morning, Remy was amazed at how Logan was acting all of a sudden. Maybe things were actually going to be all right between them. He smiled as he dared to hope that they would resolve things and said, "Oui, I'd like dat." It was a bit colder than Remy usually liked for swimming, but it wasn't freezing, so he could live with it. Afterward maybe he could convince Logan to soak in the hot tub with him.
Managing to crawl out of the car without any help he said, “Suppose I should shower first...” wandering around stiffly just in thin boxers.
"What do y' wan' t' eat?" Remy asked as they headed up the stairs. He was carrying all of their bags so Logan could amble unhindered.
Limping, he grinned at Remy. “Y' gonna cook for me?”
"Yeah, I wanna cook for you; what do y' wan'?" he said grinning back at Logan. It should have been obvious that he wanted to do everything in the world for him, but Remy would save such revelations for later.
Logan shrugged. “Just warm me up a bit a that venison...” He looked around, grabbing his duffel bag from Remy. “Thanks.”
"Y' sure y' don' wan' it actually cooked?" he asked just for clarification.
Grinning at him he said, “Sure. Fry it up Cajun style...” He leaned forward and kissed him softly. “Sorry for bein' an asshole….”
Remy's heart fluttered in surprise and he made sure to kiss Logan deeply before trotting off to the kitchen. He didn’t need to accept the apology verbally. Remy's face showed all the acceptance of the apology that was necessary. He went into the kitchen and started cooking up a slice of venison for Logan. He got out all of his ingredients, mainly spices for his cooking, and he decided to fry up some onions to put them beside it for flavoring. He was surprised at the amount of excitement that filled him at cooking for Logan... with him in a good mood. Humming wasn't something that Remy did often, but in the kitchen, he felt at home enough to do it. He worked around all of the assistants in the house, trying not to get in their way as they bustled about the kitchen. It was very different from what they had back in the old days.
Scott came in, to relax after a hard day's work, and heard someone singing in the kitchen. He took a peek and was totally shocked. “Remy!?”
The steak was on the burner in a pan, and was being seared with spices. Normally, he'd let that sit and cook through, but Logan said he liked it rare, so rare he would get. Remy looked behind him to see Scott sitting at one of the tables in the faculty area that joined the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Scott. How's it goin'?" he asked cheerfully. He wasn't sure that anything could ruin the good mood he was in. The onions had been sautéing in the pan before he put the venison in, so he was pretty happy with how this was going to turn out. Hoping that Logan took a short shower, he couldn't wait for him to try this... of course, it was kind of ‘fly by the seat of his pants’ cooking, but he didn't care at this point.
Scott was quiet for a bit. “What are you doing here?”
Remy smiled at Scott as if he were being silly. "I used t' live here, y'know? I tink I'm still technically part o' Alex's team. Shouldn' I be here?" He hummed part of a tune that was familiar to him, but he couldn't place.
“No, I just... wasn't expecting to see you...” He eyed Remy, thinking he seemed normal. “I usually expect some word when you're going to be returning...” We almost gave away your room.
"I stopped back in for a bit a couple days ago, but I didn' really stick aroun' to chat. I'll try to give more notice next time," he grinned.
Scott nodded. “Anything else I should know?” Are we going to have hoodlums demanding your head on our doorstep? Are you and Rogue going to fight?
He turned back to his cooking—well, it wasn't exactly a masterpiece, but he felt like it could have been with how he was feeling. Remy thought about whether there was anything he should know. "Hmmm... not dat I can tink of," he sighed. He wasn't about to go counting his eggs before they hatched, meaning his relationship with Logan, so he wasn't going to tell him about that... and Rogue wasn't around so he didn't need to tell him about the letter yet, either.
Scott nodded. “All right...” He sat down in one of the chairs. “Late lunch? Early dinner?”
Logan came into the kitchen, dressed in fresh jeans and nothing else, hair still wet. He couldn’t smell Scott over Remy’s cooking, his toes curl in anticipation.
The meat was about as cooked as he was going to get it and still have it be rare, so he took it out of the pan and stuck it on a plate he had gotten. "What, dis?" he asked Scott indicating the meat. Remy turned around and saw Logan before Scott did and he smiled. "It's ready, cher. Y' in fer a real adventure," he said and walked over past Scott and set the plate down in front of Logan.
Growling happily he said, “Smells great...” Briefly, he said, “Hi, Scott...” Looking up at Remy, he asked, “Y'aint eatin’ anything?”
Scott stood up. “Logan! The next time you disappear like that, you're off the team!!”
Remy's attention had gone instantly to Logan, as if Scott weren't even in the room any more. "I'll whip up somethin'."
Logan spared Scott the slightest glance, then sat down. “How much meat we got left?
"Oh, dere're several pounds left." Only then did Remy turn to Scott. "He was helpin' a friend in dire need, Scott. Give de man a break."
Scott saw that the two had teamed up. “There are responsibilities when you're an X-man!” he grumbled, getting some milk out of the fridge, pouring a glass and heading out. “One of these days you two will learn that...” Then he was gone, up the stairs.
Logan huffed. “Well, that's one aspect I didn't miss while I was in Canada...”
Remy turned back to Logan and waited for him to taste the steak. "No kiddin'. I tought dat asshole actually loosened up, but I s'pose Emma's stopped fuckin' 'im, so he tensed back up or some'm." Remy sighed in exasperation and turned back to the kitchen trying to figure out what he wanted to eat. He ended up pulling a banana from a basket and started chowing down on the phallic fruit.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “He'll always be wound up, that one...” taking a bite of the meat. He concentrated on the taste, then concluded, “Mmmm... That's good.... That's nice, Remy...” and dug in.
Remy's smile was genuinely pleased. "I'm glad y' like it. It ain' no work of art or nothin', but dose were de ingredients I had on hand."
Shaking his steak knife at him in an admonishing way, gorging self he said, “Y' need ta eat more, kid... Yer gettin skinny.”
Remy sat across from Logan, where Scott had been sitting and relaxed. It was nice to be back in the... mostly familiar place. "I need t' maintain m' figure," he said as he casually played with his food, tonguing the edge of the banana and engulfing it with his lips, as if he were sucking on it. Unfortunately, his silliness was also turning him on.
Pointedly not looking at him and keeping nose in the spices to keep his scent away— Logan was seriously considering putting some on his nose for a preventative measure he said, “Guess it's back to the same old grind, huh?”
"Einh," he shrugged. "De grind wasn' so bad. After a li'l vacation, anyway. I still need t' report to Alex. I bet he's got lots o' tings f' me ta do." He finished the banana and looked back at Logan. "You still wanna go swim?" Remy asked hoping that he could persuade Logan to go to the hot tub instead.
Looking up at Remy he said, “Nah, I just showered... Forgot about the swimmin’...”
"You'd a needed a shower before swimmin' anyway," Remy smiled.
Logan snorted at him. “Yer not tired?” He was still a bit winded from that whole head-torn-open thing.
"Tired? Drivin' f' four hours ain' dat hard f' me. You took more of a beatin' dan I did. Instead o' swimmin' you wanna' sit in de hottub? Might help y' feel better," he suggested.
Nodding, he thought that would actually help. “Yeah... sounds good.” He let out a belch and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Remy admitted to himself that he wanted to spend some time alone with Logan... with as little clothing as possible, but he was just in the mood to be warm too. It had been a while since he was and he was looking forward to it. "Y' welcome," he said in response to the burp.
Snorting Logan got up, washed the dish out of habit, and put it back in the dishwasher. “Meet ya at the tub...” He went upstairs to get in trunks because he was not going to wear a speedo. There was no need to be aerodynamic in the hot tub.
Remy got up relaxedly and waltzed to his room to fetch his own swim trunks. He grabbed his trunks and changed in his room, then was down to the hot tub.
Logan came padding in right after him with a big, fluffy towel. “Got the jets goin'?”
Remy pushed the button just in time to say, "Mais oui," and set a foot under the water to test it.
Crawling in, Logan immediately hogged the jets, settled into the water. “That's hot.”
"Yeahhhh," Remy sighed luxuriously, loving the warm water lapping at his skin and the bubbles flying around him. He sat across from Logan and sat right in front of a jet that was blowing air and water at the small of his back. It felt like a nice massage and then Remy got an idea that intrigued him. He was still a little bit soar from his first encounter with Logan, so he wasn't sure if he was going to try it today, but he was curious as to how the jets would feel. He grinned to himself in the water.
“What're you grinnin' about?”
"Jus' like de warmth," he sighed out. "It feels so good after all de snow."
Logan looked over at him, smiling. He realized that being back at the mansion meant being just friends with him again. He could live with that... except he looked so fucking gorgeous all wet like that....
Remy looked at Logan and smiled brightly. "De cold an' hot mus' not boder you so much," he asked a little bit curious.
“Nope. Usually my bloods pumpin' too fast for me to even feel it...” He sunk further into the water, not floating like a normal person.
"Dat'd be nice." Remy paused a while, thinking. "I'm bettin' a soon as we report int' our teams we'll be pretty busy. I might cry if Scott asks me t' teach somethin'."
Snorting, he said, “I think he's got it covered. Guess we won't be seein’ much of each other...”
"I don' know 'bout you, but I plan t' make time t' see y'. Not like jus' cause I'm busy I got no time," he observed.
Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “I... ah... I may not hang around too long...” He really didn’t want to watch he and Rogue duke it out then fall back in love harder than ever.
Remy looked at Logan oddly. "Why not?" he asked, worriedly.
Shrugging he said, “Y' know me... Never in one place too long...” He ran his fingers through the bubbles in the water.
"Except here," he said quietly. This was the one place Logan always came back to and the place he could stay the longest; it was an observed phenomenon. Remy's heart started to sink in his chest. "So... wha' cha runnin' from dis time?" he asked casually, as if it were normal, light conversation.
Logan’s lips curled a little. “What's that supposed to mean?”
"Logan, you never leave here unless y' goin' t' help somebody or y' runnin' from somethin'. I pay attention to what goes on in de mansion—I know why you left every time since I got here." He paused to think about what he just said. "Y' afraid of Rogue comin' back," he deduced.
Snorting, he said, “I ain' afraid a’ anybody, kid, least of all Rogue...” He eyed Remy. “I'm not the one who needs to be afraid a Rogue.”
Remy chuckled. "Dere more kinds o' fear in dis world dan de fear of physical harm. You would know dat better dan anybody. In fact, I'm pretty sure dat's why you're afraid. Dere won' be physical harm t' you, an' probably not t' me neider." He looked down at the water for a moment, then back up to catch Logan's eyes. "I'm sorry y' feel dat way." Remy tried to think about what was best to do in this situation. He had just been jerk enough and he wanted to keep Logan… but if Logan was going to run, then there was nothing he could do... except maybe follow him.
Logan said softly and a little slowly, “What the hell are you talking about?”
Remy shrugged, unsure he was actually on the right track any longer. "I don' know, Logan... maybe I'm jus' projectin' m' own fears... 'cause I don' wanna lose you." His eyes fell from Logan's face and he looked sad.
Staring at him for a moment he said, “Y' won't lose me, kid. I'm here whenever y' need me...” Logan realized that he would come leaping to his side if he so much as raised an eyebrow, like he did in New Orleans.
Remy's smile was relieved and he glided through the water across the tub and enveloped Logan in an embrace. He sighed into his ear and kissed his neck. "Tank you, Logan." His voice almost cracked, but he kept it from doing so, because that would have portrayed the amount of weakness he felt at that moment. His voice is full of emotion though.
“Sure, kid...” He hugged him back, holding him gently, carefully pressing his face into Remy’s neck and breathed him in.
Remy pulled back, smiling. "We gotta negotiate 'bout dis 'kid' ting," he said as if he might have grumbled it, but he was smiling brightly. He wouldn't want to be confused with the students.
“Why? Yer a kid.” He still had his hands resting on the small of his back, stroking him.
"Logan, I'm twenty-three years old. 'M not a kid."
Logan blinked at him. “Yer... Yer only 23?” He was totally robbing the cradle! “Twenty-three?? Yer a baby!”
"Oh, come on!"
Petting his throat, he chuckled. “You should still be in diapers...”
"Like age really matters wit you anyway. De younger de better, right?" he joked. "Er—" then realized he was implying that he was a pedophile, which he wasn't.
Spreading his arms out on the lip of the tub, he quirked an eyebrow at him. “Come again, Cajun?”
"I mean—to a certain point, oui? I mean, you're older dan everybody y' might date, right? So why should it matter?"
“Cause it doesn't matter about me, Remy...” he chided poking him in the chest. “It matters about you... Not like we're dating or anything, but the point is, y' can't date someone who isn't ready for ya.”
Remy blinked at Logan and sank into his arms even though his inclination was to back away. "We're not datin'?" he asked when he was resting against Logan's wet chest. His breath was shallow, as if he were holding each breath. He didn't like the implication that he wasn't ready to date Logan either, but that would wait until they had addressed whether or not they were in fact dating. There was no point in addressing whether he was ready if they weren't going to go out anyway.
“Well..... No, Remy... Why would ya think we were?” He felt a little nervous, too but Remy would never guess.
Remy cleared his throat a little. "Because on occasion, y' hug me, kiss me, lick me, an' I do de same back t' you. Weader you wan' to admit it or not, Logan... you an’ I do have a sexual relationship." He held his breath fully after that statement, waiting to be shoved away, but not leaning away from him any.
Logan stared at him and just breathed for a little bit, feeling trapped again and struggling to not just run. He went a little pale despite the warm water. “Then we'd better stop huggin' and kissin' then....”
"Why?" he choked out. He sounded like he might cry, still pressed up
against Logan. Remy felt that Logan was fighting against himself, but he
wasn't sure whether or not he should say that to him.
Studying Remy’s face, he found that he really did love the kid. He whispered harshly, “Because yer not ready for me...” He couldn’t help it, as he reached out and touched his face, stroking his cheek.
"I'm not?" he asked, a little anger mixing in with his general upset. "What makes you so much of a challenge dat I'm not even allowed to try?"
Growling a bit, he was definitely cornered here. “I'm fuckin' monogamous, Remy.” He pushed him off and got out of the tub.
"I don' even get a chance t' prove m'self?" he asked from the hot tub.
Huffing, he quickly dried himself. “Leopards don't change their spots, Remy... I'll see ya ‘round...”
Remy sat in the hot tub and looked at the water. "Remy not a leopard," he pouted quietly to himself as Logan left.
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